THE CHRISTIAN'S TRIUMPH HOUR.
CHRISTIAN, cease thy look of sadness,
Let not sorrow dim thine eyes;
Let thy smile beam joy and gladness—
Let thy songs of praise arise:
Though dark clouds around thee lower,
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour. Though thy strength with toil is wasted,
Journeying through this vale of tears;
Though deep anguish thou hast tasted,
A brighter hope to thee appears.
Trust thy Father's saving power—
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour. Has thy night been dark and dreary?—
Has no ray of light appeared?
Has thy way been long and weary?—
Has no hope thy bosom cheered?
Trust in Jesus' saving power—
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour. Is thy way beset before thee?
Doth dark sorrow swell thy breast?
Has thy foeman triumphed o'er thee—
Art thou by his hand oppressed?
Fear not thou the conqueror's power—
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour. When the sun his course has ended,
When the stars shall pale their light;
When the heavens above are rended,
Thou shalt reign in glory bright.
Then, while sinners trembling cower,
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour. When men call on rocks and mountains,
Rocks and mountains flee away;
Then, beside life's flowing fountains,
Thou shalt dwell in endless day:
There will God around thee shower
Blessings in thy triumph hour. When the saints to life are springing,
When they leave the cold, damp sod;
When the heavens are loudly ringing
With the praises of your God,
Then exult—then praise the power,
In the glorious triumph hour. There shall sorrow all be ended,
There shall sighing never come;
There shall joy and love be blended,
There thou'lt dwell in heaven, thy home.
Thou wilt prove God's saving power
In that glorious triumph hour. Cease, then, cease thy look of sadness,
Let not tears bedim thine eyes;
Let thy smile beam joy and gladness—
Let thy songs of praise arise:
Soon in heaven's elysian bower
Thou shalt have thy triumph hour.